AVALINE

“I expect you to get used to it. I don’t want you getting taken aback each time you’re called a Levesque. One should carry our name with pride,” Czar snaked his arm around my waist in a territorial way.

I winced.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

I swallowed hard. “J-just not used to you… initiating physical contact with me.”

All the times he touched me were because it was necessary. Everything had a reason—not because he just wanted to or felt like it. He had no reason ...